His friend took his seat beside him and they shared a fist bump, acknowledging that it had gone well."Who's the man?" Justin whispered under his breat...."You're the man," Mitch whispered back, both of them smiling.Expecting his friend to say something like, "No, you're the man," Mitch was surprised when Justin responded with, "That's right—I'm the man. And you're just the sorry bitch that's sailing through this course on my coattails." Fuck you, assclown," Mitch said quietly, grinning from ear. Nice, slow and easy." Could you get any more phallic?" Tony asked, his shallow respirations telling the tale of his arousal. As he pulled the trigger and the gun kicked back, Gibbs drove himself against Tony and the younger man groaned."Like that?" Gibbs asked, a chuckle in his voice."Yeah. Can we finish up quickly here?" He tossed that irreverent grin over his shoulder. "There's another gun I'm aching for."Gibbs quirked a brow, an evil little plan coming to mind. He stepped away, nodding. "Get. ." she began."That's why you came to your Aunt Cassandra. I do know, I'm going to teach you. And if your mother hears about this, you'll never hold Joshua again."Now take this broomstick, pretend its your boyfriend -- what is his name?" Jim." Pretend that the broomstick is Jim. Well, not all of him. I want you to open the package and roll the rubber onto the broomstick as if you were rolling it on Jim."The broom was some sort of industrial-grade push broom with an awfully heavy handle. Whitney. Now, let’s talk about something else. You have a good time with my grandniece?”“Still can’t believe she’s a boy.”“Did you do what I sent you out there to do? Did you get your dick down her throat?”“She...She wouldn’t do it. She said ‘next time’ so she’s coming here tomorrow.”“I told you your job was to get it all the way in her so she can feel more like a girl, so you better get that done tomorrow. But, at least tell me you came in her mouth.”“Ohhh...yeahhhh,” Dott crooned as he remembered.